Page 6 of Bene

Bene could do without that.

All of it.

At least, for today.

Just fucking let me get through today, please.

“Hey.”

Bene found his brother still stared at him in the mirror. Shocker. Beni knew when shit was up; hiding it was pointless, but he would still try. What else could he do at this point?

“Yeah?”

“Since you’re the best man and all—”

“What, thinking of changing that last minute?”

“Never.”

That did make Bene smile.

A genuine one, too.

“What, then?”

Beni shrugged, and pulled a small white box with a satin bow on the top from his pocket. “It’s a gift for August—I wanted her to have something before she walks down the aisle, and yeah.”

“You want me to take it to her?”

“I’m not supposed to go to the other side of the church today. I was warned.”

Bene chuckled. “It’s bad luck.”

“Superstitious bullshit, is what it is.”

“And yet, you’re still on this side of the church.”

Beni scowled, though it still looked playful. “Are you going to take it to her, or what?”

“Of course, man.”

He took the box and slapped his brother on the back as Beni turned to face the mirror once more. Leaving the room without another word, Bene did stop just long enough in the doorway to glance over his shoulder and take in his brother silently without Beni knowing he did so.

Like this, someone might not be able to tell them apart. The same high fade hairstyle, matching features they took from their mother and father—cut from steel jawlines, lips that always seemed to be smirking from the shape alone, dark brown eyes with flecks of gold near the irises, and olive-toned skin tanned from the bright June sun they had been getting.

Identical.

And right now, they were two identical men in two entirely different places.

Funny how that worked.

They could be so alike.

Yet, so different.

Bene would figure out his path eventually. He wished his brother luck walking on his own. It was all he could do now.

Besides, he had a job to do.